Winter and Spring Poems Spring
Winter Poems
A Winter Message A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-message/ As Winter raged
And Winter was at war.
Her subterfuge:
Crumble grey-white flakes upon the scene.
The air, dead;
Dead too, the sound –
Blunted by the whitewash.
Motion, dead –
Bluing chill saw to that.
Everything ground to a halt –
Like an empty train, crawling, seizing;
Eventually to die sprawled along a ghosted platform –
A lifeless plain of concrete.
I still had far to go –
Or so this brain computed
– Tried to –
Inside my own raging storm of white noise,
Howling in its desperation.
Now wild, blitz-wild,
I bore an irrepressible thought –
A goal, focus, idée fixe:
To clasp a frosted hand around
A radiant mug of sugar-laden
Calorie-heavy
Full-fat milk chocolate –
Steam wraiths writhing over
A freshly-spooned whirlpool,
Sultry in their invitation:
‘Come, sip, sip some more;
Soothe yourself in balmy richness.’
I still had far to go…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-winter-raged/
Santa Fe In Winter by Deborah Ager
The city is closing for the night.
Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for the dim
infrequent streetlight bending at the neck like a weighted stem. Years have built the city in layers: balustrades filled in
with brick, adobe reinforced with steel, and the rounded arches smoothed with white cement. Neighborhoods
have changed the burro trails to streets, bare at night— no pedestrians, no cars, no dogs.
With daylight, the houses turned galleries
and
A Winter Message A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-message/ As Winter raged
And Winter was at war.
Her subterfuge:
Crumble grey-white flakes upon the scene.
The air, dead;
Dead too, the sound –
Blunted by the whitewash.
Motion, dead –
Bluing chill saw to that.
Everything ground to a halt –
Like an empty train, crawling, seizing;
Eventually to die sprawled along a ghosted platform –
A lifeless plain of concrete.
I still had far to go –
Or so this brain computed
– Tried to –
Inside my own raging storm of white noise,
Howling in its desperation.
Now wild, blitz-wild,
I bore an irrepressible thought –
A goal, focus, idée fixe:
To clasp a frosted hand around
A radiant mug of sugar-laden
Calorie-heavy
Full-fat milk chocolate –
Steam wraiths writhing over
A freshly-spooned whirlpool,
Sultry in their invitation:
‘Come, sip, sip some more;
Soothe yourself in balmy richness.’
I still had far to go…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-winter-raged/
Santa Fe In Winter by Deborah Ager
The city is closing for the night.
Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for the dim
infrequent streetlight bending at the neck like a weighted stem. Years have built the city in layers: balustrades filled in
with brick, adobe reinforced with steel, and the rounded arches smoothed with white cement. Neighborhoods
have changed the burro trails to streets, bare at night— no pedestrians, no cars, no dogs.
With daylight, the houses turned galleries
and